I come from the land of the ice and snow.
That land is called Eramia.
It is full of buildings (not made from ice and snow, don't be silly) and bridges and lakes and ice and snow. Some times there's even a clown that walks down the middle of the street and jumps up and down like clowns often do and hums a strange song about Eramia. I cannot repeat this song here because children might find it, and this song is not a children's song. This song is, Sunday in Eramia.