Bhí Grafton Street lán le daoine ar thóir bronntanais Nollaig.

Grafton Street was full of people searching for Christmas gifts.

Bhí an t-aer fuar, ach bhí atmaisféar te le soilse lonracha agus fuaimeanna airnealaitheoirí a bhí ag canadh go glórmhar.

The air was cold, but the atmosphere was warm with bright lights and the sounds of carolers singing loudly.

Bhí Cormac ag siúl go cúramach tríd an slua, ag déanamh iarracht an bronntanas foirfe a aimsiú dá chara breá.

Cormac was walking carefully through the crowd, trying to find the perfect gift for his dear friend.

Bhí Cormac ina fhear óg smaointeach, beagán neirbhíseach.

Cormac was a thoughtful young man, a little nervous.

Bhí sé ag smaoineamh ar an mbronntanas foirfe do chara speisialta.

He was thinking about the perfect gift for a special friend.

Chuir sé an-bhéim ar thábhacht agus brí atá taobh thiar de bhronntanas.

He placed great emphasis on the significance and meaning behind a gift.

Bhí sé in éineacht lena chara Maeve, bean a bhí lán de spiorad agus fuinneamh, a raibh tuairim bheith aici i gcónaí faoi cheiliúraí bronntanais.

He was accompanied by his friend Maeve, a woman full of spirit and energy, who always had an opinion about gift-giving.

"Déan dearmad ar airgead," a dúirt Maeve, ag déanamh gáire.

"Forget about money," Maeve said, laughing.

"Caithfidh bronntanas a bheith ó chroí.

"A gift must be from the heart."

"Bhí Cormac dódúnta áfach, eagla go mbeadh an bronntanas róshaor le bheith speisialta.

However, Cormac was determined, afraid that the gift would be too cheap to be special.

Siúl siad thart ar na siopaí, ag lorg smaointe.

They walked around the shops, looking for ideas.

Ach chuir gach earra orthu a bhí aiféala ann.

But every item they saw left them disappointed.

Go tobann, stop Maeve.

Suddenly, Maeve stopped.

"Féach!

"Look!

An siopa beag sin," a dúirt sí, ag díriú ar siopa beag cluthar.

That little shop," she said, pointing to a cozy little shop.

Bhí ciseán seanré acu sa fhuinneog.

They had a vintage basket in the window.

Chuaigh siad isteach.

They went inside.

Láithreach, chonaic Cormac bosca ceoil beag.

Immediately, Cormac saw a small music box.

Bhí mionsonraí álainn air agus d'imir sé fonn a raibh tábhacht speisialta ag baint leis.

It had beautiful details and played a tune that had special significance.

Fonn a bhí féin agus a chara i gcónaí ag seinm le chéile.

A tune that he and his friend always played together.

Bhris aoibh ar aghaidh Cormaic.

A smile broke across Cormac's face.

"Is é an bronntanas seo atá ag teastáil," a dúirt sé.

"This is the gift that is needed," he said.

"Tá sé foirfe!

"It's perfect!"

"Nuair a tháinig Lá Nollag, thug Cormac an bosca ceoil dá chara, agus léim roinnt aoibhnis ar aghaidh a chara.

When Christmas Day came, Cormac gave the music box to his friend, and a wave of joy spread across his friend's face.

Sásúil, thuig Cormac go raibh sé an bronntanas foirfe — nach raibh an costas tábhachtach, ach na cuimhní agus an méid a chiallaítear go fonnmhar don gcaidreamh.

Satisfied, Cormac realized that it was the perfect gift — that the cost was not important, but the memories and what it meant dearly to the relationship.

D'fhoghlaim sé go raibh croí an bhronntanais san ábharthacht agus na cuimhní a luachálann muid.

He learned that the heart of the gift is in the sentiment and the memories we cherish.

Leis sin, tháinig síocháin air, ag éisteacht leis an fonn á imirt as bhogha beag ceoil.

With that, he experienced peace, listening to the tune playing from the small music box.