Bhí an margadh Nollag i mBaile Átha Cliath beo beathach.

The Nollaig market in Baile Átha Cliath was lively.

Bhí soilse geala ag glioscarnach agus boladh spíosraí ag líonadh an aeir.

Bright lights were twinkling, and the smell of spices filled the air.

Bhí Fiona agus a rún daingean aici bronntanais speisialta a fháil dá clann sa meascán seo.

Fiona, with her firm resolution, was determined to find special gifts for her family amidst the hustle and bustle.

Ach bhí sí ag mothú beagán strainse faoi na sluaite móra agus na geallúintí gan deireadh.

But she was feeling slightly overwhelmed by the large crowds and endless promises.

Tá an aimsir fuar, ach síneann sí féin isteach sa cheiliúradh.

The weather was cold, but she threw herself into the celebration.

Mar sin féin, téann cúram an tsaoil laethúla isteach ina hintinn.

Nonetheless, the concerns of daily life slipped into her mind.

Ní fhaigheann sí ach fanacht mar atá, ag seasamh sna scaotha, a lán ag súil le rud éigin a thapú.

She found herself standing in the throngs, hoping to seize something meaningful.

Dá mbeadh am aici féin, b'fhéidir go dtiocfaidh an spleodar ar ais chuici.

If only she had some time to herself, perhaps the excitement would return to her.

Go tobann, thosaigh sé ag clagarnach.

Suddenly, it started to pour rain.

Bhí an bháisteach ag titim go trom.

The rain was falling heavily.

Thóg Fiona tearmann thíos faoi stalla cluthar, ag crith ag teacht isteach fuar.

Fiona took shelter beneath a cozy stall, shivering as the cold seeped in.

Tháinig fear ina dhiaidh glandaithe, a raibh aoibh an ghrinn air.

A man appeared next to her, smiling cheerfully.

"Dia duit!

"Hello!"

" a dúirt sé go croíúil.

he said warmly.

"Is cosúil go raibh an aimsir ag iarraidh muid a mheascadh.

"It seems the weather wanted to mix us up."

"Bhí Fiona beagáinín cúthail ar dtús, ach bhí rud éigin faoi Ciaran a bhí ag mealladh.

Fiona was a bit shy at first, but there was something charming about Ciaran.

Chruinnigh siad faoina scáth tar éis an phluiméireachta.

They gathered under the shelter after the downpour.

Bhí sé solúbtha agus taitneamhach, an cineál duine a d'fhéadfadh cairdeas a dhéanamh leis an mbaile mór.

He was flexible and delightful, the kind of person who could make friends easily in the big city.

Thosaigh an comhrá ar an aimsir agus scaipeadh go tapa ar láithreacha áilleachta an mhargaidh.

The conversation began with the weather and quickly spread to the beautiful sights of the market.

Ciaran, a bhí ar cuairt ar theaghlach, labhair sé faoin t-uafás a bhíonn air gach bliain ag faire ar shráideanna Bhaile Átha Cliath.

Ciaran, who was visiting family, spoke of the amazement he felt every year watching the streets of Baile Átha Cliath.

Bhí grá aige do thrátaí millte, do bhagúin smáiláin, agus do cheol beo na carúil.

He loved roasted chestnuts, sweet-smelling bacon, and the live music from carolers.

Agus iad ag caint, tháinig fonn machnaimh ar Fiona.

As they talked, reflective thoughts came to Fiona.

Roinn sé cuimhní a hathair ar na bronntanais sínte is fearr a rinne ag Seoigh Na Nollag, agus mar thoradh air tháinig sí ar an talamh a bhí déanta de na margaid cailléanna tánaisteacha.

He shared memories of her father's best extended gifts made at Seoigh Na Nollag, leading her to reminisce about the magic created by these secondary markets.

Chomh fada agus a bhí Ciaran fueling an comhrá, tháinig laghdú ar fhadhbanna Fiona.

As Ciaran kept the conversation going, Fiona's worries diminished.

Bhíomar ag cuireadh le chéile go siopa-siopa ag amuigh, an scéal ag fás go laethanta Nollag agus amhantracha bréagacha sa chlós cruth ón mbraon anuas.

They found themselves wandering from shop to shop outside, their story growing with the Christmas days and playful escapades in the courtyard crafted from the waterfall above.

Rudaí simplí cosúil le healaín lámhdhéanta agus fuaimeanna ceoil a bhí tinn i gcuimhne ag Fiona.

Simple things like handmade art and the musical sounds lingered fondly in Fiona's mind.

Riemh na healaíontóirí áitiúla, tairg siad go raibh bronntanais mar a bhí a dhúnadh na Nollag.

Alongside the local artists, they offered unique gifts that echoed the closeness of Nollaig.

Nuair a ghlan an bháisteach, d'éirigh an t-aer íon agus nua-thionscanta.

When the rain cleared, the air was fresh and invigorating.

Thug Fiona agus Ciaran aghaidh ar a chéile, a chuid faisnéise ar a lámha páipéir.

Fiona and Ciaran faced each other, their information on paper in hand.

Bhí aoibh na háthas orthu.

They beamed with joy.

Is amhlaidh go bhfuil a saol tar éis teacht isteach, agus an taisteal ag fanacht i mBaile Átha Cliath tar éis a shábháil leis an margadh san oíche.

It seemed that their lives had intertwined, and remaining in Baile Átha Cliath had brought them together with the market that night.

Tá Fiona réidh anois chun teacht ar an Nollaig le háthas gan choinne.

Fiona was now ready to embrace Nollaig with unexpected joy.

Cuirfidh sé ar a bhfód ceiliúradh na Nollag, ag fanacht le Ciaran i bhfíormhar na féile.

It would add to the Nollaig celebrations, awaiting Ciaran in the true spirit of the festival.