Bhí oíche fhionnuar ann i mBaile Átha Cliath.

There was a cool night in Baile Átha Cliath.

I bpub beag, teolaí le tine mhór ag lasadh go gleoite, bhí Aisling, Finbar agus Siobhán cruinnithe le chéile.

In a small, cozy pub with a big fire burning brightly, Aisling, Finbar, and Siobhán were gathered together.

Bhí boladh an mhairteola agus an fhíon dhearg i ngach áit, ach ba rud ar leith ar fad é an radharc a bhí rompu.

The smell of beef and red wine was everywhere, but the sight before them was quite special.

Bhí croíthe de pháipéar dearg ar crochadh anonn is anall sa phub.

There were red paper hearts hanging everywhere in the pub.

Bhí balúin de chruthanna croí ar foluain os cionn na gcinn.

Heart-shaped balloons were floating above heads.

Bhíod Finbar, le grinnas éadrom ina shúile, ag siúl timpeall, ag canadh na h-ámhráin grá óna chroí.

Finbar, with a light-hearted twinkle in his eye, was walking around, singing love songs from his heart.

Cheap sé, go docht, go raibh lá Fhéile Vailintín mar fhéile na muintire.

He firmly thought that Valentine's Day was a festival of the people.

“Finbar, tá muid ar fad ag ceiliúradh lá Fhéile Pádraig amárach, ní Lá Vailintín,” a dúirt Aisling go stuama.

"Finbar, we are all celebrating Lá Fhéile Pádraig tomorrow, not Valentine's Day," said Aisling wisely.

Ach bhí Finbar cróga ina fhiosracht.

But Finbar was brave in his curiosity.

"Níl!

"No!"

" arsa sé.

he said.

“Is breá le Vailintín na hÉireannaigh.

"The Irish love Valentine."

"Bhí meangadh gáire ar a haghaidh Siobhán, cé go raibh sí mar is gnáth tamall beag éadóchasach.

Siobhán had a smile on her face, even though she was usually a little despondent.

"Finbar, níl éinne anseo san áit seo atá ag iarraidh an tsoirt ceoil sin," a dúirt sí.

"Finbar, there's no one here in this place who wants to hear that kind of music," she said.

Bhí an áit mall lán de chliant áitíúil ag súil le canna piónnsa agus dár le chéile ceol gaelach a chluinstin.

The place was slowly filling up with local patrons expecting a pint of stout and together wanting to hear Irish music.

Thosaigh Aisling agus Siobhán ag pleanáil.

Aisling and Siobhán started planning.

"Tá sé in am do léacht beag staire," a smaoinigh Aisling.

"It's time for a little history lesson," Aisling thought.

"Siobhán, cuir stop leis an slua atá ag teacht isteach.

"Siobhán, stop the crowd that's coming in."

"Ghlac Siobhán leis an misean go fonnmhar.

Siobhán eagerly embraced the mission.

"Ní fadhb dom," a dúirt sí, ag dul i dtreo an dorais le scéalta mar gheall ar moilleanna i láthair a rá le haon duine a bhí ar dhul isteach.

"No problem for me," she said, heading towards the door with stories of delays at the ready for anyone trying to enter.

Chuimil Aisling a lámh agus uasal.

Aisling rubbed her hand gently.

Chuir sí a fón amach agus chuaigh sí i dtreo Finbar.

She took out her phone and approached Finbar.

"Féach anseo, Finbar, tá seo faoi Naomh Pádraig.

"Look here, Finbar, this is about Naomh Pádraig.

Tá a theaghlach ag súil le féile eile.

His family is waiting for another festival."

"D’fhan Finbar ciúin ar feadh nóiméad agus ansin las a shúile.

Finbar stayed quiet for a moment and then his eyes lit up.

"Ainnir mo chroí, tá an ceart agat," ar sé leis an aoibh gháire.

"My heart's lady, you're right," he said with a grin.

"Déanaimis réidh leis an seanghrámharán seo ansin.

"Let's get rid of these old love songs then."

" Thosaigh siad ag caitheamh anuas ar na balúin dearga agus na croíthe bréige.

They started taking down the red balloons and fake hearts.

Just in am, rinne siad ar fad an pub a dhéanamh teacht le féile na hÉireann.

Just in time, they all made the pub fit for the Irish festival.

Tháinig daoine isteach ag súil leis an gceiliúradh ceart, agus ní raibh deoch ar iarraidh ag aon duine.

People came in looking forward to the proper celebration, and no one was missing a drink.

Faoi dheireadh, d’aontaigh Finbar go raibh ciall le comhairle.

In the end, Finbar agreed that the advice made sense.

Gheall sé "Aisling, abair liom faoin gcéad fhéile eile.

He promised, "Aisling, tell me about the next festival.

Tá mé i gcónaí sásta cúnamh a fháil uaitse.

I'm always happy to get help from you."

"Ba í Aisling an t-achrannach seomra seo a réitigh, agus, le luas is clisteacht, athraigh an oíche i bpub beag i mBaile Átha Cliath.

Aisling was the one who resolved the room's conflict, and with speed and cleverness, she transformed the night in that small pub in Baile Átha Cliath.

Bhí an grá ann, gan amhras, ach an grá ceart don fhéile ceart.

There was love, no doubt, but the right love for the right festival.

Agus leis sin, tháinig deireadh sona leis an gcéad ceann de go leor oícheanta fíorspleodracha don teaghlach.

And with that, a happy ending came to the first of many truly exciting nights for the family.