Bhí brat bán sneachta ag cur as an spéir go ceanúil ar Lána na nOíche, sráid shocair i mBaile Átha Cliath.

A white blanket of snow was falling gently from the sky over Lána na nOíche, a quiet street in Baile Átha Cliath.

Bhí chara lonracha na Nollag fós suite go hard ar na tithe, cé go raibh an Nollaig thart le cúpla seachtain anuas.

The shiny Christmas lights were still set high on the houses, even though Christmas had passed a few weeks ago.

Ba é Cian, an comharsa freagrach den chuid is mó, a bhí ag iarraidh iad a ghlanadh suas sula dtitfeadh an aimsir níos measa.

It was Cian, the mostly-responsible neighbor, who was trying to clean them up before the weather got worse.

Anois, bhí Aoife agus Niamh i dteannta Cian, ag cuidiú leis an bhfoghraí maorga a bhaint.

Now, Aoife and Niamh were with Cian, helping him remove the grand displays.

Cé go raibh Cian san airdeall uaireanta, bhí sé rud beag gafa le cúrsaí eile.

While Cian was sometimes alert, he was a bit preoccupied with other matters.

Bhí Aoife, ar an láimh eile, iontach díograiseach le haghaidh maisiúcháin, ach tarlaíonn timpistí léi go minic.

Aoife, on the other hand, was incredibly enthusiastic about decorations but often had accidents.

Bhí Niamh i bhfad níos amhrasaí faoi iarracht Aoife clúdach a dhéanamh ar a thaispeántais, ach, i ngan fhios d'éinne, bhí sí ag iarraidh barr feabhais a chur ar Chian i gcónaí.

Niamh was far more skeptical about Aoife's attempts to cover her displays, but, unbeknownst to anyone, she was always trying to outdo Cian.

Nuair a rinne Cian iarracht na soilse a lómhara a láimhseáil, thug sé faoi deara go raibh Aoife buailte lena fadhbanna.

When Cian tried to handle the precious lights, he noticed that Aoife was hit with her usual problems.

Bhí a slabhraí éadrom ceangailte cosúil le bolgán ollmhór.

Her light chains were tangled like a massive bulb.

D'fhéach sé air, ag imeacht beagán leis an ndeacracht.

He looked at it, leaving a bit due to the complication.

Ní fada gur tháinig Aoife isteach sa chaos, ag gáire go hard faoi na snaidhmeanna áiféiseacha.

It wasn't long before Aoife entered the chaos, laughing loudly at the ridiculous knots.

"Ceart go leor," a dúirt Cian, "ní mór dúinn cabhair a fháil.

"Alright," said Cian, "we need to get help."

" Ach in áit é a dhéanamh níos éasca, rinne foinsí fóntais Aoife agus Niamh rudaí níos míchompordach fós le himeachtaí a lean.

But instead of making it easier, the utility tactics of Aoife and Niamh only made things more uncomfortable as events unfolded.

Faoi faoiiect, chaill Aoife comhardú ar a seastán, agus buaileadh isteach ar an dréimire í.

Eventually, Aoife lost balance on her stand and was hit against the ladder.

Léim an dréimire, ag bualadh i gcoinne an bhalla, agus leisge le gliondar, dúirt inflatable Santa beannachtaí ó na háiléar os coinne.

The ladder jumped, hitting against the wall, and with a jingle, an inflatable Santa sent greetings from the loft opposite.

D’éirigh leis éalú agus imeacht as radharc, ag imeacht beannacht deireanach Nollag ar dhaoine Nachos a bhí gafa leis an aolchloch.

It managed to escape and disappear from view, leaving a final Christmas greeting on some Nachos caught in the limestone.

Mionnaíodh Niamh go raibh ag an, "níor chonaic mé riamh rud mar sin," í ag cur le baoite an chultúir álainn.

Niamh swore that she had, "never seen anything like that," adding to the bait of the beautiful culture.

Faoi dheireadh, bhain siad na maisiúcháin go léir as a chéile, díreach mar a thosaigh an sneachta ag titim go híseal.

Finally, they managed to take down all the decorations, just as the snow started falling lightly.

D'fhill gach duine isteach sa teach, a láimh ag dingeadh crios ó dhús ghránna.

Everyone headed back inside the house, their hands clutching ugly sweater belts.

D'fhill na trí chara ar chóir an chocoléid te a ullmhú, ag gáire agus ag labhairt faoin méid amaideach a bhí ag cur an tséasúir i dtalamh.

The three friends returned to preparing the hot chocolate, laughing and talking about how silly the season's setup was.

Níor mhothaigh Cian riamh chomh socair roimhe sin faoin turas Nollag.

Cian had never felt so relaxed before about the Christmas journey.

Léirigh sé d’Aoife agus do Niamh go raibh foighne ann nach raibh ach ina óige, ag spréiteach tríd na huaireanta corr aige.

He showed Aoife and Niamh a patience that only came in his youth, sprinkling through his odd hours.

B'fhéidir go mbeadh an chéad Nollaig níos ciúine, ach bhí Cian toilteanach a bheith ag áireamh go díograiseach ar Aoife agus an entrenador, Niamh, i ngach campa teacht ansin.

Perhaps the next Christmas would be quieter, but Cian was willing to enthusiastically count on Aoife and the coach, Niamh, in every camp coming then.

Bhí an sneachta fós ag titim go cluthar ar Lána na nOíche, agus d’fhéadfadh gach duine tús a chur lena n-aislingí thíos na tuí clúdaithe go te leis an dath na maisiúcháin atá ag tàthú.

The snow was still cozily falling on Lána na nOíche, and everyone could begin their dreams beneath the cozily-covered thatch with the color of decorations warming them.